It’s been fun enjoying the schock and upset of proggies at the possibility that Obamacare could be smacked down. John Podhoretz summed up decades worth of conservative griping about the left in a single paragraph:
They’re so convinced of their own correctness — and so determined to believe conservatives are either a) corrupt, b) stupid or c) deluded — that they find themselves repeatedly astonished to discover conservatives are in fact capable of a) advancing and defending their own powerful arguments, b) effectively countering weak liberal arguments and c) exposing the soft underbelly of liberal self-satisfaction as they do so.
As someone who’s been more or less on the right since he was 18 years old, I can’t really argue with that. I just wonder if the celebration is premature. Yes, the oral arguments look promising. But for all we know, Sotomayor is working her wise-Latina charm on Kennedy and Roberts. We don’t know what the Supremes are going to say, based on what we’ve seen them do. Until we know, we might want to keep our powder dry.
Because if the vote goes the other way, the proggies will return all our mockery and amateur psychoanalysis ten fold. And I can’t say that I’ll blame them.
The hangdog in me would like to roll my eyes at Stacy McCain for his outbursts and general drama-queenery about BlogCon. Looked at from my point of view, Stacy needs to get over not being the popular girl.
This isn’t my first blog; It’s my fifth. I have never gotten a million hits; I’ve never gotten 100,000 hits. I’m pleased as punch to get over 1,000 unique hits in a month. I don’t get anything from the tip jar, because I don’t even have one. So to read a guy, who enjoys success I likely never will, whine that he does not enjoy more does not sit well.
But then I remember that this isn’t my first blog. It’s my fifth.
I’ve been blogging since 2003. I’ve killed blogs dead, revived them, renamed them, linked, joined link communities, hat-tipped, and gotten bupkis for my trouble. I know those long dark minutes spent staring at your screen, wondering “what the hell’s the point?”
Blog fatigue is a monster, the equivalent of Churchill’s “black dog,” an enemy that grinds your face in the very anonymity and independence that makes blogging so fascinating in the first place. So Stacy’s entitled to his moment of low spirits. We’re none of us rewarded as we would wish.
So Stacy: keep calm and carry on, old sport. I just put a small pop in your tip jar. Not much, as I too have the State of Maryland to fend with. Enough to buy you a tall cold one to drown your troubles.
I kind of like Spike Lee as a filmmaker. Do The Right Thing is a complex tale that looks at racism and groupthink from all sides. Malcolm X is a damned interesting story about a fascinating figure who was larger than his times. And I mind a time when I really liked 25th Hour.
But in all his public pronouncements, Spike Lee has demonstrated a shallow, by-the-book liberalism that seems to undercut his art. It’s as though he can only think as an auteur, and never as a man.
So to hear that he posted what he thought was George Zimmerman’s street address surprises not at all. And that he refused to take it down even when the innocent man and woman surnamed Zimmerman begged him to correct it.
Because Spike Lee doesn’t have to moderate his anger or engage in self-control. He’s an Angry Black Man™, and his rage is righteous.
UPDATE: Via Ace, Spike Lee has apologized and made amends with the family. So never mind all that righteous rage business. His or mine.
Look: if I was black, I would probably be angry about Trayvon Martin, too. It would bring up all that ancestral memory of days when a black man could be killed out of hand for nothing.
However, I’m not black. So I’m free to say that this kind of thing:
More of that new tone we keep hearing about...
…is a bunch of racist crap. Because jumping to the conclusion that The Other has attacked us, without waiting for independently verifiable facts, at the behest of our official “race leaders,” sets alight lovely pyres of hate no matter what your melanin level.
It’s just how we crackers think sometimes.
Via Stacy McCain, the former Bunny speaks unvarnished truth: “I have no talent. I have nothing to offer.”
This, of course, is the point of “Reality” TV: the talentless doing nothing so as to make the lives of the reg’lar folk seem more interesting than they really are. Because if Kendra’s life is as banal as mine, then I’m doing all right, right?
It’s a kind of cable therapy…
...with massive boobs.
FROM THE COMMENTS: “Great smile, likeable, honest, etc. May run for Congress as a Democrat. Maxine Waters is nervous.”
Congress deserves no better.
Had an MRI today, which is interesting if you’ve never lain in a giant plastic cocoon and had a machine buzz at you for ten minutes.
But I can’t blog much, since I’ve got the little one, and she’s only laid down for a nap.
Although she has helped Daddy grade papers.
And she does not curve.
Interesting question, and the answer is, like almost everyone in the English-speaking world. Apparently Elizabethan English was a stew of almost every conceivable accent. Which makes, sense, in a Proto-Indo-European way.
I was up until 3:30 in the morning putting together a video for my students. We’re startingThe Screwtape Letters this week, so I thought a little introduction to the Dark One was in order. It might not have taken so long if I were not such a perfectionist about these things. And if iMovie did not keep crashing.
Regected Riter is back. Has been all month, as a matter of fact. And he’s a Fire Guard.
…and according to Walter Russel Mead, even Democrats are eventually going to have to embrace this reality:
Republicans and anti-blue statists will want to fix this because bad government is big government and takes a terrible toll on the economy (cumbersome procedures, bad decisions, a large and expensive staff). But smart proponents of a strong federal government will also want to change this status quo because the state as presently constituted is simply not able to take on all the missions they would like to see addressed.
That’s all well and good, but Andrew Cuomo aside, I don’t see the Democrats acknowledging this reality yet. And it’s going to be harder for them to do so, because so many of their key donor groups are dependent upon the old system. For every Cuomo, there’s two Martin O’Malleys who are doubling down on stupid.
The real question is, can we create a “post-blue model” before we become Detroit?